The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Another

River rings spread to me, stroking finger in the sea; pockmarked lights, fog snug tight, shadow pines gently glide. When life puts carpet in your food, be smooth— There’ll always be another moon. When th’world eats you without a chew, just coo, ‘Cause there’ll always be another moon. Patter patter, branches battered, skies scattered, colors […]

Posted in Poetry

Blood Isn’t a Vegetable

Snap! “O, it’s OK: I’ve got the others.” But then the last heart string snapped & he was choked by blood —which doesn’t taste like pizza sauce.

Posted in Poetry, Proverbs

Bucket

Shit. I almost forgot to dump the bucket ‘gain. The bucket must be dumped whenever it gets full, or it’ll spill & feed mold, killing us all with its toxic fumes. But 1 day I will forget. I try not to, but my mind, it slips. I can’t waste time– there’s only so much; but […]

Posted in Crazy, Poetry